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The Rug

As Several look all the way up
And stare at the sky
Some will ask what and how
Others will ask what and why.
What must I do to get there
And how long will it take?
What did I do wrong,
Why me oh fate?
Because as several look up
And see the birds fly,
They'll also see those
On their magic carpet ride.
Those with patience or smarts,
Or just a pure stroke of luck.
They obtained their carpet
To rise and soar above.
So as several excrete blood, sweat, and tears
Working their fingers to the bone.
Day-in day-out
They sew sew sew.
Putting their souls into the dream
Hoping one day to take flight
On the magic carpet,
Destination: the good life.

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The Realtor

 Walk with me, let me show what I can.
This house has been standing here for quite some time
It's one of a kind, completely made of glass.
The owner wants to rent it or sell, if you offer the right price.
I know you noticed all the cracks in it before you walked in.
What can I say? - - everyone wants to throw at a rocks at a glass house.
Some by accident, some just to see it shatter.
But all it did was crack it. 
And not all have come from people.
It has endured quite a bit from nature also.
It shook, but it is still standing.
At the top, you can see where the glass got stained.
The owner put up shades around.
Not to hide the house, but to blend the light and non-light of the sun and moon.
Not at all times did the house blend perfectly.
That's how the glass got stained.
Again, damaged but not broken.
"Why not fix it all?" - - one might ask.
You saw it yourself, the cracks, it added a certain beauty to the plain house.
Now, I am not saying that the house is un-shatterable.
But just looking at the facts, there has been no force great enough.
Being made of glass, you can always see the plumbing and such once inside.
You're a step ahead in maintenance, preventing damages before they happen.
I must warn you though. Be careful who and what you let inside.
Alhough I cannot speak of the strength of the inside,
But I doubt any house will remain standing after an indoor tornado and such.
With that being said, this is where the tour ends.
This is all the owner has allowed me to show for now.
Of those still interested, stay in contact with me about your prices.
I'll be sure to let the owner know.
And remember,  The Great Glass House
"It's like living in yourself."

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Two Worlds Colliding

Turning to the sky
Something Unfamiliar
Winds brought them over

Friends ran, some greeted
But I prepared for the worst 
In end, I was right

Two Worlds Colliding
L-Up

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Life

From the day one is born
Not raised by the mother
Neither by the father
Rather, one is society conformed
Shaping into what is the norm
Being different gets one scorned or separated from all together
Traffic of life

Watching as one counts the seconds
Seeing all dying to live
When they are just living to die
As they fight to put their name on the records
Traffic of life

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Party

Celebration comes when we see fit
But we can only celebrate just a little bit
'Cause with all the travesty that surrounds us
We look for a good escape,
And it does not matter
Neither the time nor the place.
One man's trash,
Is another man's treasure.
So is one man's victory
Another man's defeat.
Never do both the men
Run at a parallel.
Thus, who deserves happiness
When they both meet. 
This must be a familiar trait
All humans tend to have in common;
Plus fighting for our wants,
And the things we don't see coming.
We must find some form of joy,
The smallest spec of it in our lives.
Even if some of the joy
Will bring trouble sometimes.
So, we simply set our minds
As long as the moment feels really right
We will let tomorrow happen
If we make through the night

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Perfect Break-Up

If I was your best,
I hope I'm not your last.
If I was your first, 
Then I hope I was your worst.
No tears needed
For this imperfect man,
And if I ever hurt you 
That wasn't the plan.
I still adore
Your precious smile.
Leave it on
Forever, for it's worth while.
Now I say farewell
And seal it with a kiss,
But not goodbye.
I hope I'm back
For you,
That I already miss.

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Beholder

Beauty, I come to thee.
Not to adjudicate,
But more to annunciate.
Lost with no breath,
Dying with no regret,
Harken my request, I plead.
That I may lay my eyes
On your smile that goes for miles,
Eyes that sparkle with no light.
Envy of your body is Aphrodite
I still see your perfection,
If I'm without sight
Allow me to bask
In your glory, your might
'Til the last moon dawns
My will will not fall.
Even if it is just for one more,
I shall die down my fuss.
But never never 
Would that end my Lust
For the brightness that comes from thee
Oh you who is called Beauty.

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Power

 A man must have a journey
Whether far or wide.
Temptation, no matter what,
Will be by his side.
There's always need for power
What's the power might be different
And the means to get power
Always seems to be switching.
Obtaining power
Doesn't mean complete satisfaction
It's only a check on a list
Or a temporary distraction
That's why some satisfaction
Are against the law or is a sin
Because Utopia and Euphoria
Are just myths that it brings.
Being born with power
Doesn't guarantee you it's yours,
It can be taken away
By someone trying to settle a score.
You might not have the power to refuse,
But you do have the power to choose
Whether or not to abuse.
Unholy and holy reside within
Every human's might
Because each day we choose
To save or take a life.
When power reaches a point 
When it doesn't know where it is
That's the time our minds
Get trapped away with it.

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Mark

What is this?
I never noticed this.
Countless times my reflection I viewed
No mark did I ever see.
But now, as I scavenge my face,
There is a mark on me.
With each new person I meet
The mark seems to fleet,
Transform, but never disappear.
I can feel it as shifts from here to there.
As the mass of people accumulate,
The mark seems to replicate.
They morph,
Combing into something like a mask.
As I try to ignore it,
I reluctantly ask
Will the mark always appear?
Will one see me as I see?
Does the mark come from fear?
Is the mark the real me?
I never noticed this.
What is this?

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Bees and Birds

You're a flower of beauty
In a world full of shit
I guess you took the worlds manure
And you blossomed out of it
An excuisite sight
Wonderful scent
Whenever I get close to you
My mind becomes bent
Cause I never had the talk
About the birds and the bees
So I don't know which one
That I'm supposed to be
If I was the bird
I'll pick you and fly away
Hide your beauty from the World
Who can't appreciate your gaze
But if I was a bee
I would love you cause your sweet
And we'll pollinate the world
Spread the beauty
This must be 
The two kinds of love
The outcome is the same
But completely different because
One love 
You keep all the negative away
To stop the withering
You feed the love everyday
The other love
You leave it on its own
And you will always come back
Cause you know the love is strong
Buzz buzz
Tweet tweet
I guess I taught myself
Bout the birds and bees